"Thank you, Master."
Xia Ping cupped his hands. Although his master had said he wouldn't help him in any way, he had then tossed him a secret manual. Clearly, he was all bark and no bite.
"All right, you may go."
North Nether Saint waved his hand.
Hearing this, Xia Ping didn't hesitate. He turned and left the mansion.
But as soon as he stepped outside, a middle-aged man dressed in black approached him with a broad smile. "Junior Brother Xia, please wait."
"Uncle-Master."
Xia Ping immediately sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the man. Every inch of his muscles seemed to hold explosive power. Though he was weaker than Xia Ping's master, he was undoubtedly a powerful expert.
Xia Ping could tell that the man in black was the captain of the mansion's guards. Without formidable strength, he would never have been qualified to guard this place.
He guessed that the man was at least above the Golden Core Realm.
"Not at all, not at all. You're the ancestor's disciple, and your seniority is far above mine. Just call me Senior Brother." The middle-aged man in black smiled and waved his hand.
"All right, Senior Brother. May I ask why you stopped me?" Xia Ping went along with the man's familiarity and asked.
The man in black smiled faintly. "The ancestor bestowed these one hundred Yin-Yang Pills on you. Please take them."
As he spoke, he took out a small white porcelain bottle, about the size of his palm.
Xia Ping took it and sent his spiritual power inside. He discovered that the bottle contained a space one cubic meter in size, with one hundred round pills piled inside. Each one was about the size of a lychee.
"This!"
Xia Ping's eyes widened. It wasn't the hundred Yin-Yang Pills